She doesn't believe in coincidences, love at first sight or any other kind of fateful encounter.
But when life throws the twice-as-old Formula 1 team boss Toto Wolff at her feet, the lines between professionalism and public life become blurred.
Neit...
Joanne took a deep breath, contemplating Toto Wolff's invitation. The thrill of spontaneity mixed with a tinge of nervousness. "Why not?" she said out loud. After all, life is for living, and unexpected opportunities should be embraced.
A mischievous grin spread across Joanne's face as she replied, "Well, ladies, looks like I might be heading to Monaco in mid-January for a birthday dinner. Toto Wolff's treating, and who am I to say no?"
Rapidly she tipped an answer,
Dear Toto, I am honored and very flattered. I would love to visit you. Joey, +1-917-3593924 <3
She starred at her Mac for a second then pressed send. "I need a cigarette now." Joanne left the room a bit abruptly, leaving the girls on her bed wondering.
"She seems nervous, as she actually likes him?", Daisy asked a bit concerned, unsure of the situation. "She has always had a strange taste in men. I think it's the daddy issues", Lina added slowly, concerned as well about her best friend.
Lately she seemed very lost and Lina was worried that Joey was jumping into something because she didn't want to deal with her own problems.
"Do you think she can handle it?", Daisy asked, brushing her finger through her hair. Then her mood shifted a bit: "We are talking about the girly that taught me how to give a blowjobs in Harvard. If someone can handle it then her."
Lina nudged the brunette indignantly, but then grinned furtively. "You're right. She'll turn the poor man's life upside down."
They ended their hangover day with ordered food and bad romcoms. If the conversation turned to Monaco and Toto, Joanne immediately blocked it.
In somewhat quieter moments, they tried to reconstruct the party evening. "I remember shit," Daisy mumbled as she shoved the fifth spring roll into her mouth in a row.
"You brought home an escort. This guy looked pretty good," Joanne lifted the pizza box, "do you know who he was?"Daisy laughed: "Nope, like I said, I don't remember anything. Blackout drunk, as predicted."
The three of them spend the whole day rooting around without leaving the flat qualitatively. Work was on the program again tomorrow.
But she doesn't end a day like this without a tweet.
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